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A kindly parasite,
Calm chooses where
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Burst out of roots, generations old,
Grounded in the East;
by squeezy
14 lines, 4 comments,
on Oct 25 6:23 AM 2007
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Calm floats down, particulate;
Swathing and muffling our voices,
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Life without love is walking beside you,
Scrunched and crumpled
by squeezy
16 lines, 13 comments,
on Aug 8 7:50 AM 2007
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Aye girl, your mistress was not ever old,
But had a face of monstrous radiance
by squeezy
76 lines, 5 comments,
on Aug 7 7:02 AM 2007
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You're eating again! / Some poor wee creature you've snared / Amongst damp green shrubs.
by squeezy
2 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 19 10:50 AM 2007
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Music rumbles, a gale behind the haphazard tends. Complaining in jest, he / Washes his hands. The babywipe streaked with bitter filth, toss
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One for all, and all for one!
by squeezy
0 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 19 6:39 AM 2007
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The tentative paperblue light, streaking the sky is a vast, cool sheet only
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How does this scorched dusk gestate Such softness, such coolness?
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Under the bed
that used to be mine-
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This is real High quality: originally part of a 2-4-1 set.
Sadly now unwanted … I tried recently but it doesn’t seem to fit my skin.
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Chair
Four foot solid and
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If you are good, you get sent to my room.
If you are bad, you stay at home and spank yourself.
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She took the lank-legged child by the hand
Smothered under protective swathes of fat,
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Beneath the sluggish bracking blunge
A slithersome creature sides.
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Sometimes when I'm feeling pants,
And no one cares to ask,
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I am being accused of loving you, That is all My eye was devoted to seeing, my lip was prone to speak
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Great, I thought;
Under the table by nine
by squeezy
16 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 10 3:04 PM 2004. In Humor
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It could have arrived
on a screen shiny-shadowed
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Like a scratched pencil sketch,
Slight and tiny and
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I start at the base
Sole.
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People shouldn’t start on me;
My mates know this and let me be.
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Chair
Four foot solid and
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Look closely at the spaces between the words
That is where meaning lies.
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Midnight 1 - Leaving the Pub
“Hell no!” We get up to go
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Sealed as it is, plastique and clean, -Against the filth of London's public grasp,
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Something stirred-
Tore me apart from rest.
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Sunlight dappled dry, sharp pine scraps,
Tyresius strolled, calm.
by squeezy
35 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 28 6:31 PM 2003. In Lyrics
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Because I can
The genteel, faux-modern
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Spirit - from frost brushed plains or balmy isles
Hot on our hearts, making our best tales free;
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Foot after foot Massy crags left
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